The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1462: Worrying

This was the first time that Anson truly felt the treatment of a Hollywood superstar. The power of top-level publicity was entirely built up by money.

Anson's opinion was not asked for these publicity costs, as they would all be counted under Anson's "name" in the end.

After all, they are superstars, and when film companies seek out superstars for collaboration, they are expecting their box office appeal.

Mike raised his chin slightly with a meaningful tone, "This is the treatment of a superstar."

Anson laughed dumbly, "Save the world?"

Mike was also amused, "Why not start by saving a small person like me?"

The power struggle among senior executives at Sony Columbia is affecting the future direction of the "Spider-Man" series. In front of large Hollywood film companies, the individual power of actors is ultimately too weak; but in Mike's opinion, Sony Columbia may have made a wrong move.

Michael Lynton believes that Anson needs Peter Parker; however, the reality may be slightly different, and Anson seems to be preparing to get rid of Peter Parker.

With Anson's current influence and appeal, one more "Spider-Man" or one less "Spider-Man" will have limited impact on his acting career. What's more, he is exploring his own acting path and looking for his own label. Getting rid of the Peter Parker label is the crucial first step.

By then, it should be Sony Columbia that will be begging Anson to renew his contract.

At least, in Mike Donovan's opinion, he did not agree with Michael Lynton's approach, and he was ready to catch Anson at all costs.

Now, Mike still remembers that when he went to visit Anson in person, he was still skeptical and confused. He did visit Anson, but he was still a little hesitant in his heart. Looking back today, Mike believes that it was the wisest decision in his career.

Mike made way, made an inviting gesture, smiled, and then returned to the Warner Records office building with Anson.

When you enter the front hall, you can immediately see the anxious and worried receptionist, who is suffering from restlessness and anxiety.

Clearly, she's worried about her job—

She didn't recognize Anson. How could she not recognize Anson? She was still working as a receptionist at Warner Records, but she couldn't recognize the world's number one superstar. God damn it, she needs to see an ophthalmologist, or... a psychiatrist?

Originally, this was bad enough, but what was even more catastrophic was the stepmother look she had just given him. She didn't know how much Anson had seen, and whether he had felt any aggression.
God!

The more I think about it, the worse it gets. The more I think about it, the more terrifying it gets.

Before Anson appeared, she was already overwhelmed by her own chaotic thoughts and couldn't breathe.

She thought that when she saw Anson, she needed to apologize immediately. Even if she didn't have a chance to explain herself, she should at least apologize.

The kneeling posture must be correct, and you must struggle a little to try to save your dignity.

But when Anson actually appeared, his mind went blank and he couldn't function at all; plus Mike Donovan was beside him, he couldn't help but pinch his throat.

No sound could be made.

And then...there was nothing else.

His brain was a mess, all thoughts were blank, only his body's instinct was followed. He followed forward in a daze, and escorted Anson and Mike into the elevator respectfully. He even forgot to try, and just stared at the two figures in a daze.

Just as the elevator was about to close, a voice came to my ears.

"Joy?"

The receptionist was stunned. How did Anson know his name?
“Come on Monday!”

Without having time to turn his head, the receptionist saw the slightly upward curve of Anson's mouth, and his eyes hidden in the shadow of the hat brim, flashing slightly.

The elevator door slowly closed, and the receptionist stood there in a daze. Her mood slowly awakened, and she slowly rose from the endless dark abyss and soared into the sky.

Before I knew it, my footsteps had already jumped lightly. Only then did I remember, and looked down at the nameplate on my chest, "Joey", and finally understood what was going on. Involuntarily, I turned around and looked at the elevator again.

The elevator door had already closed. The bright reflection of my silly smile made me look like a fool. Although I couldn't see any other figures, my smile still flew freely under the blue sky uncontrollably. The whole world suddenly became bright.

Monday didn't seem so bad.

At the same time, on the 37th floor.

There was chaos and panic in the place. The sound of discussions was surging in the air. Everyone was guessing the situation and trying to figure out the situation.

After Mike's assistant came back, he was busy like a top, without any time to respond or stop it. Only a few words could be heard vaguely, but it was impossible to piece together the whole picture. The office gossip was flying all over the place and could not be stopped at all.

Then, boom!

The elevator door opened, cutting off all the noise. Everyone looked over there and couldn't help but hold their breath.

Here comes... Dustin Thorne.

"Mike, Mike! Where's Mike?"

"I just heard that Anson came to the company? Is that true?"

Dustin rushed directly to Mike's office with a nervous look on his face, but the assistant was horrified and pulled Dustin into the office and slammed the door shut.

Buzz, buzz.

The discussion became heated and it instantly became a hot topic, on the verge of exploding.

There are many different opinions and people have countless speculations. Some say Anson showed up, some say he was Anson's assistant, some say Anson was preparing to terminate the contract, some say Anson was dissatisfied with the contract renewal between Warner Records and the members of the August 31st band, and some say Mike and Anson had a complete falling out.

blah blah blah.

However, no one knows the correct answer.

With an exchange of glances, the information is updated; with a breath whispered in the ear, the statement is changed.

A mixture of excitement and uneasiness surged in the air. Now we can understand the game played by the top executives of Sony Columbia. Facing someone like Anson, he could be a bargaining chip but could also become a bomb. Every move could bring about a chain reaction, which was difficult to avoid even for large companies.

Ding!
The elevator door opened again, and the noise and chaos in the office were extinguished again. Everyone pretended to be busy with their own things, but their eyes couldn't help but secretly drift towards the elevator. Two figures appeared one after the other, and they seemed to be completely unaware of the weird atmosphere in the office.

heh.

Breathing and heartbeats were all extinguished, and the entire space and time seemed to be paused. They even forgot that they were peeking. They raised their heads uncontrollably, turned their heads, and focused their gazes in the same direction. They did not bother to hide their movements, and focused on that figure in amazement.

Anson.

That was Anson. Because that was Anson, the Anson that attracted the attention of the entire North American entertainment industry; and because Warner Records had been looking for him and contacting him over the past period of time but had always hit a wall, but today Anson took the initiative to come to the door.

That posture, that smile, easily catches everyone's attention, and no one can be exempted.

There was total silence, and everyone just watched Mike accompany Anson across the entire floor and finally disappear into the office.

In less than sixty seconds, everyone in the entire Warner Records office building knew the news:

Anson is here.

(End of this chapter)